The youngest youth I ever worked with had just turned 12, before he was sentenced to our facility.
I've played Santa, for most of the time, and it broke my heart when they opened his door to come out and get his present on Christmas Eve.
He had been asleep and when he opened his eyes, he started saying "Santa - Santa".
He came out and put his arms around me.
Hell, he was barely higher then my belt.
We ended up raising that kid; because of all the times he kept being returned to us.
I ofter wonder what happened to him.
I handed out over 400 gifts most years and the sad part is; is that those gifts were probably the only thing that they had ever been given, without anything being asked in return or payment.
I've worked with kids whose stories would break your heart and I"ve worked with kids who would cut your heart out.l